#HE POETRY OF FLOWERS. 54 
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THE WALL-FLOWER | 
BY D. M. MOIR. 
| The wall-flower—the wall-flower, | 
How beautiful it blooms ! 
It gleams above the ruin’d tower, 
Like sunlight over tombs ; | 
It sheds a halo of repose 
|| Around the wrecks of time ;—= || 
| To beauty give the flaunting rose, 
|| The wall-flower is sublime. 
itary place! 
Gray ruin’s golden crown! | 
Thou lendest melancholy grace | 
| To haunts of old renown; 1 
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| Thou mantlest o’er the battlement, 
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Flower of the soli 
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By strife or storm decay’d ; i 
And fillest up each envious rent 
Time’s canker-tooth hath made. 
Whither hath fled the choral band 
That fill’d the abbey’s nave ? 
Yon dark sepulchral yew-trees stend 
O’er many a level grave ; 
Tr the belfry’s crevices, the dove || 
Her young brood nurseth well, 
Whilst thou, lone flower! dost shed abova 
A sweet decaying smell. 





